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dreamgirledward · 2 years
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monkey queen, banksy, 2005 / 'god save the queen', the sex pistols, 1977 / les miserables, victor hugo / 'parasite' graffiti in kent, england / ben paterson on twitter / liz truss, 1994 / christopher eccleston on instagram (now deleted) / felipe torres medina on twitter / we serve neither king nor kaiser, but ireland!, keogh brothers, 1914 / british commonwealth countries / the queen visiting tuvalu, 1982 / karen attiah, twp / uji anya on twitter (now reported) / jason farrell, sky news / bobby vylan, npr / darshna soni on twitter, and thread / black mountain, belfast, ireland / various, twitter / sisters nerissa bowes-lyon and katherine bowes-lyon / itv news / les miserables, victor hugo
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bitter69uk · 9 months
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Farewell to English artist, graphic designer and anarchist Jamie Reid (16 January 1947 - 8 August 2023), whose sickly dayglo pink and yellow album cover for Never Mind the Bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols (1977), with its threatening ransom note lettering, helped define punk iconography. Pictured: Reid’s “Fuck Forever” promotional poster for the Sex Pistols' film The Great Rock’n’Roll Swindle.
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retropopcult · 1 year
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Going out, 1986
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ornithorynquerouge · 4 months
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The Sex Pistols, Sid Vicious, Dallas, Texas, 1978
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aranazo · 7 months
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And I Don't Want To Live This Life, Deborah Spungen's memoir of her daughter Nancy Spungen.
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eroticlamb · 1 month
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cathy limb (left) and debbie graves (right) in the 90s ₊˚⊹♡
posted this 2 the wrong blog before oopsies
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John Lydon and his wife Nora Forster during couples grimace competition at the Savoy Hotel in 1986 as captured by Mike Forster.
Stirring controversy over questionable views, actions and statements has been his game for most part of his life but if there’s one thing about John Lydon that no one can doubt, that’s got to be the love for his wife. Their affair dates back to the mid-’70s, when they met in at Vivienne Westwood & Malcolm McLaren's clothing store Sex, on Kings Road. Nora, born into a weathy german publishing family and already in her mid-30s at the time, had moved to London with her daughter from a previous marriage Ari Up (who would form The Slits later on) after various career opportunities, working for her father's media company or as a model, a singer and a music promoter in Germany. Her London home was a crash pad for musicians, such as Joe Strummer, and she was known to have  provided financial support for The Slits, the Sex Pistols and The Clash during their infancy.
The once-upon-a-time rebel has time and again proved to be a man of family values. Though the couple never had children of their own, they took in Ari Up’s twin grandsons Pablo & Pedro as their legal guardians when Ari Up said she couldn’t cope with them any more: "He is very loving," said Pablo. "He loves his family and places it above everything. We have never known our real father, so Grandfather has always been the only dad we've ever known. He can get crazy of course, but he is a good family person”. After Nora was diagnosed in 2018 with Alzheimer’s which is slowly ravaging her memory, John Lydon became her full-time carer at their home in LA.
“Nora wakes up every morning – which is usually at 6am – and she’ll lean over, stroke my nose, and say: ‘Hello, Johnny’,” he said. “It’s just lovely. I’m lucky she still knows who I am. That’s vitally important. I’m fully aware that as this goes on that will become less and less. She gets up in the middle of the night and walks around. That scares me so I’ve learned to sleep with one eye open. I only get about four hours sleep a night. But I really do enjoy the moment when she wakes. It spurs me on for the rest of the day.
Have I thought about the end? Of course I have. What am I to do? I love her and she loves me. We’ve always been magnificent to – and with – each other. There’s that bond there, even if we’re dangling on the precipice of something more awful to come...”
John Lydon
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iruinedpunkrock · 1 year
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iconic punks based on their ability to slay gash
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Taken by Richard Young, 1976.
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codesquire · 25 days
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meetmeinthesandbox · 11 months
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ornithorynquerouge · 4 months
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Lord Rotten by Anton Corbijn
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bitter69uk · 4 months
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“If in doubt, dress up. Don’t ever dress down – you’ll be so disappointed.” Died one year ago today: fashion visionary, doyenne of punk, iconoclast and provocateur, environmental activist, true eccentric British original and Tintwistle, Cheshire’s finest export, Dame Vivienne Westwood (8 April 1941 – 29 December 2022). Who else would rock up to Buckingham Palace in an exquisitely tailored suit to collect her OBE medal (like she did in 1992) – and then afterward twirl for photographers to reveal she was wearing no panties beneath? (There are great photos online documenting that moment, but if I post one here, I’ll wind up in Facebook jail). What other designer would urge the public to buy LESS clothes? As a punk fanatic steeped in the lore of the Sex Pistols, making a pilgrimage to the hallowed ground of Westwood’s World’s End boutique on King’s Road (with the sloping, creaking floor) when I first moved to London in 1992 was de rigueur. I bought a shirt that cost £75, which seemed astronomical at the time. Of course, I still wear it on special occasions to this day (even on job interviews). And of course, I hung onto the bag with the orb logo for ages! I was always envious of friends and colleagues who’d casually remark they used to regularly spot Westwood cycling around South London with her vivid dyed-orange hair flying. I only fleetingly encountered her once: at a Christeene gig downstairs at the Soho Theatre a few years ago. Excitement rippled through the crowd when Westwood and her entourage arrived. Everyone knew they were in the presence of greatness.
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disease · 2 years
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NO FUTURE STICKER | JAN 1977 JAMIE REID for THE SEX PISTOLS [gummed label | 133 x 70 mm.]
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jimmyjampots · 1 month
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